The forest was quiet except for the soft scampering noises made by the creatures of the night. Everything was asleep in their beds, even the marauders. Deep within the heart of the forest, in a small cottage resting at the center of a hidden glade; slept five men, all peaceful in their beds. Well, almost all of them, one thrashed in his sleep. His pointed ears drooped in fright, his black wings fluttered against his back, his eyelids danced with the eyes darting beneath. Fear was like a cloud surrounding him, trying to devour him, but he kept running. In his dream he was running, pushing through crowds of people, trying to go faster, but he didn't seem to be moving at all. The people all wore black cloaks, with deep cowls that hid their faces, white masks that hid their identities even further. He pushed past them, ignoring the jeers and laughter, someone tugged his wing and he cried out in pain, jerking away and fleeing faster. He only wanted to get to one man, who sat alone at the center of the crowd, trapped within a cage of silver bars. The man had been handsome once, it was visible still in his face. His blue eyes though haunted, were still cold, like the tips of an iceberg. His once short silver hair was now long and tatty, an odd dirty brown. He seemed too thin, weakened by starvation and weeks of torture, yet he held himself proudly. Harry screamed, but not sound came out, he called again, trying to get nearer his mate, his bonded, the sire of their unborn pups. Harry struggled harder, pushing himself faster, and suddenly he was standing in front of the cage. Fenrir looked shocked, and then he began to smile, and reached through the bars,

"You came." He was about to touch Harry, but pulled back abruptly as if shocked, and Harry fought down tears, "You aren't real. I've seen you so many times before, but you were always a dream, I'm dreaming right now." Harry shook his head frantically, and reached through the bars,

"No, I'm here, I'm here." He stated his voice watery with tears. Fenrir examined his bonded for a moment, before leaning against the hand, gently kissing each fingertip, sighing gently.

"Harry, I have something for you." He reached down his shirt and pulled out a small silvery black ring and handed it to Harry. Harry took it and examined the dirty metal in confusion, before he noticed the runes etched into the sides, the exact same runes that designed the bonding ring on his own hand. He shook his head frantically,

"Fenrir, no, no, you're not leaving me! I can't let you leave me! You can't leave me, not now! I need you! I don't know how to raise pups on my own! Please Fenrir, please." Harry began to weep, bowing his head as he clutched the ring to his chest; Fenrir reached out and grasped the boy's shoulders,

"It will be all right, I will get out, I promise. I will get out in time to see our pups born, I promise. I love you." Harry sniffed and nodded,

"I love you Fenrir." Harry stated, and then Fenrir was gone, and Harry was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He blinked and sat up slowly, looking around as he sighed in relief; he lifted his hand to rub his eyes, but stopped, and gazed at his closed fist. Slowly he opened it and watched as a dirty, metal ring fell from his grasp. He began to tremble as he forced himself to not believe, as he bent to pick it up, turning it so he could look at the edges, and when he saw the bonding runes, he screamed. The sound was shrill and filled with mindless pain. He clutched the ring so tightly that it cut into his palm and made him bleed but he didn't notice, it felt like his heart was being cut out of his body with a knife. He screamed and screamed again, sobbing uncontrollably, his feathered wings wrapping tightly around him, encasing him in a feathery cocoon. He didn't notice when his door slammed open and four men dashed in, wands drawn and pointed at a perceived enemy. When they saw nothing but the hysterical elf on the bed, they went to him. When Remus reached out to touch the elf, Harry cringed away, shivering and trembling and sobbing, though thankfully no longer screaming.

"No, no, Fenrir, no, don't leave me!" He sobbed incoherently, Sirius frowned, looking at James and Peter, and then at Remus, all of whom looked dreadfully lost and confused. Something glinted and caught Sirius' eye, he looked at it, and then carefully reached for it, easing it from Harry's fingers, wincing when he saw blood staining the ring and Harry's hand. Sirius examined the ring, turning it over and over in his hand, before he turned it onto its side, looking at the intricate designs, his eyes widened, and he looked up at Harry,

"Harry, this is a bonding ring." Sirius held up his own left hand, and the grabbed James', tilting them so that the rings glinted in the faint light, showing the exact same etched runes as were on the dirtied ring Harry had possession of. Harry nodded, and held out his left hand, waving his right hand over his left and removing the glamour. On his finger sat a perfect silver ring, etched with duplicate designs as the dirty one. He took the dirty ring back and gently kissed it,

"I've been bonded. To Fenrir, Fenrir Greyback. My real name is Harry Greyback, though I wasn't supposed to tell anyone." Harry shuddered, taking deep breaths to calm himself, though tears still stained his face and his eyes were still red and swollen. The men around him were silent as they listened to him tell his story, "About two months ago, I was really sick. Fenrir took me to his pack; they live in a forest near our old home. I am familiar with everyone in the pack, the elders and the adults and even the young ones. They like me even though I'm not a werewolf. But there's an old woman who is their healing woman, the sweetest lady ever to be, she's brilliant. She did some spells and made me drink some potions, and we found out something."

Harry paused for a bit to look at his companions, they all were silent and gazing at him with somber expressions, though they made no move to stop his story. "I'm pregnant; I'm carrying Fenrir's pups. When I told him he was so happy, to finally have not only a mate, but a family, pups, of his own he was excited. We weren't going to tell anyone else, it was too dangerous." Harry sighed, and shifted, then winced at a pain in his lower belly but ignored it as he went on with the story, "We told the pack of course, they deserved to know. They were going to find out anyway, and they were eager to know what was wrong with their alpha's mate. So we told them." Harry shivered again,

"We didn't know there was a spy in the pack, she told, and it made the papers. 'The-boy-who-lived, knocked up and pregnant with a mongrel's pups!' That was the headline. We couldn't stay in our house after that, we had to leave, and it wasn't safe. We couldn't risk some radical trying something; I wouldn't be able to handle it if they killed one of my pups." Harry shuddered at the thought and his hands went down to hold his stomach, the movement pulling the fabric of his nightshirt taught across his stomach. The men stared wide-eyed, at the slight bulge jutting out from between Harry's hips, a sure sign of the life within.

"But you made it out?" Sirius questioned, his silver eyes wide and filled with gentle curiosity and a soft kindness, Harry nodded as tears began to bead in his eyes,

"I made it out, Fenrir didn't. Voldemort knew, and he surrounded us when we were fleeing. He captured Fenrir, said he was a traitor, Fenrir fought them, but he was outnumbered, even a werewolf he couldn't fight them all off. He told me to run and I did, he promised he'd catch up with me, he kept fighting, and he distracted them enough to let me get away. I didn't know where I was, or where I was headed, I didn't know where it was safe, or if I was being followed. I just knew I needed to get someplace safe, if only to protect my pups. That's where I found you, I didn't know you guys all too well, that's why I never said anything about Fenrir, or about the pups. I didn't know if you were his men, in disguise. I didn't know if you would toss me out the moment you found out I was pregnant with someone's pups." Harry shuddered again and winced, shifting slightly, Remus was silent as he watched Harry's fidgeting, and Peter looked awed as he gazed at the young elf,

"But you're so young!" Peter said, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle slightly,

"Yes, well, when you meet your mate, things go pretty quickly after that." Harry said, and blushed slightly; cringing again as his hand began to rub against his stomach soothingly. Sirius and James looked slightly put-out though they were happy, but still slightly jealous of Harry. Since neither James nor Sirius were creatures, they didn't have the option for children that had never been an option to either of them, not after their discovery of their bird aversion. But still, they were happy for Harry, he was so lucky; to be able to have children with the one he loved. Silently he stood, hand still pressed against his stomach,

"I'm going to go get a string, so I can keep the ring safe. Do you know where one is, Remus?" Harry questioned, and took a few steps towards his bedroom door before he cried out in pain and fell to his knees. Panting he clutched his stomach, the men all rushed to his side and gently Remus gathered the pregnant elf in strong arms and carried him back to the bed. Remus gently settled the boy on the sheets and slipped his nightshirt off. Remus gently put his hands against Harry's stomach and then jerked back in horror, Harry's stomach was hard, a sign he was in labor! Remus pulled out his wand and cast a sedation charm on Harry then cast a few more spells to halt the contractions and to ease the pain. After a while he gently touched Harry's stomach and sighed in relief when he felt it returning to normal. He looked up at his frightened friends and gave a tired smile,

"He's all right, I stopped the contractions. We're going to need to keep him calm after this, he nearly had a miscarriage." The others paled drastically and they moved closer to the sleeping elf, and then they smiled, as his hand went protectively to his unborn pups. They watched him sleep, as the time of peaceful dreams continued their worry washed away. Slowly and silently they left the room and closed the door quietly, not willing to wake him up or startle him. Harry was dreaming again, though this time was different, he wasn't actually present in the place, as he had been when he took Fenrir's ring. Harry watched in horror as Fenrir writhed under the pain of the cruciatus curse, at the end of Voldemort's wand. He felt it as if the pain were his own, but he took it without screaming, knowing that his mate was going through the exact same torture. Then the scene was gone, and he was surrounded by flowers and tiny little wolf pups pranced around him as they played.

Author's Notes~

I hope you liked this. Yes, Harry is pregnant with Fenrir's pups. I don't know if I really like this chapter, but I wanted to get the marauders in on the information, and this was the quickest way. Read and review please!